The Ex and Her Riches

Of course, the protagonist was merely Whitney. Even if these people were audacious, they wouldn’t dare to plot against Charles, unless they no longer wished to keep their job.

Moreover, Charles never stood up for Whitney, nor did he ever intervene in these matters these days, which further fueled the spread of the rumors.

That noon, a few people gathered in the restroom, and started a discussion about this matter.

“I wonder how Whitney has the nerve to stick around Mr. Newton. If it were me, I would have handed in my resignation long ago.”

“Well, I think she just wants to become Mrs. Newton, so she won’t let go that easily. Hence, being the CEO’s assistant is the first step to getting close to the CEO. Do you think she’s foolish?”

“She should really take a good look at herself and see if she’s even destined for such greatness. And who does she think she has her eyes on? She’s seriously deluded if she thinks she’s a phoenix.”

“Hehe, well, this is great. It is just as expected that she got kicked by Mr. Newton.”

“If it were me, I would dutifully go to work, earn a living, and marry a man who matches my social status. The key is to know one’s place.”

They were all chattering away by the sink, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was right behind them in the stall.

As Whitney listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

She felt a slight urge to go out and pick a fight with those gossipmongers,

But reason told her, she shouldn’t.

Charles held a high reputation within the company. If she were to leave now, it might look bad.

Once the noise outside the door had subsided, Whitney finally opened the partition door, ready to leave. However, when she tried to open the bathroom door, she found it had been locked from the outside.

No matter how she turned the handle, it just wouldn’t open.

Did those people from earlier do it on purpose?

Whitney pressed her face against the door frame and called out, “Is anyone there? I’m locked. in here. Could you please help me open the door?”

Once the door was locked from the outside, there was no way to open it from the inside.

Whitney pounded on the door with all her might, but the outside remained eerily silent, with no signs of anyone coming or going.

She glanced at the time and saw that it was the lunch break. Most of the employees should bet taking their afternoon nap, so there were very few people coming to the restroom.

On top of that, Whitney had already had enough of these people’s gossip. This time, she deliberately chose a more secluded restroom, but she didn’t expect to encounter such a situation…

to find there was no signal. Now, all she could do

she tried knocking on the door again, calling out for help.

sudden splash, a bucket of icy cold water was dumped in from a small window above the door, drenching her from head

wet, and stuck to

already dressed lightly, so she was shivering to her core now that she was

she pulled out her phone once again as she was trembling.

there was

book, she realized that she didn’t have a single friend in the company. The only

took a leave that day as she was not feeling unwell.

could offer her

a time like this, Whitney never even considered calling Charles.

finally decided to call Isaac.

moment the call connected, Isaac’s questioning voice

“What’s wrong?”

restroom on the east wing of the twenty-first floor. I’ve

bring someone over right

against the bathroom wall for support, feeling unwell from head to

made her feel cold, so she

he saw water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had

to pry open

she was losing her mind and seeing things. She staggered out of the restroom soon

intending to drape it over her,

the company. Any man who crossed paths

Isaac to be affected by these things anymore.

very

figure trembling slightly as she walked towards the

surveillance, and with the constant flux

the company, Isaac furrowed his

determined to get to the bottom

on in the elevator, causing Whitney to tightly wrap her arms. around herself, sneezing

gaze just happened to

a mere glance, Whitney immediately lowered her head. She walked past Charles and returned

and physically exhausted, with no energy to focus on her work. She was making mistakes more often than not while organizing her

at all. She was truly exhausted, both

nothing compared to the chill in my heart.

her body was about to reach its limit, as if she could hardly hold on any longer.